We emote our feelings over and over to the point it becomes numb. Joy or sorrow, we are enthralled by the rush the first time it hits you, and then we try to relive that very moment again and again, in a loop. We finally end up feeling nothing at all, almost as if that’s how we are supposed to feel. Even I got scared that this has become a routine, I could feel the numbness breathing down my neck. Tying me into one end and coiling itself to launch me into the space, looping the routine.
I could feel how purposeless that would be, like life is not purposeless enough. You stay in order like the bottled juices on a counter of a shopping mall. All in order like they have somehow figured out entropy. Every one of them has a date set to them. A day where they wouldn’t be of any use to anyone. And I imagine how that night would be? Would they all just realise at some point the emptiness of their purpose and as it hits midnight, they would just jump off the counter one by one? Just to clear up the space they have been occupying. It makes me all so sad. Now let’s go save those fuckers before they jump off that cliff.